A/N-hello! okay, I'm really sorry that i haven't posted anything in a while, but I've been really swamped with schoolwork and i play Magic: The Gathering so I've been busy with games an tournaments. anyways, enjoy the little BreakOut i have for you. Ill try and post new chapters as soon as i can so if u guys have any ideas feel free to send them in!

Knock Out stood on the upper deck of the Nemesis behind Megatron. Starscream held a stance of impatient annoyance, with his arms crossed blatantly, to Knock Out's right. Breakdown stood casually, yet slightly bored, to Knock Out's left. The group was watching a mock dogfight between a few Seekers. The icy mid-December winds whipped through the air and, coupled with the altitude, it felt like at least twenty below.

A strong gust blew from behind the group and-while it didn't seem to affect the other three mechs-Knock Out (who was already freezing) shivered and hugged his arms to his chestplate. Out if the corner of his optic he saw Breakdown glance over at him and he knew that the blue mech was growing worried for him. Knock Out didn't blame him either.

"Though it is far from the Pits of Khaon, does it not remind you of the olden days?" the warlord commented as one of the Seekers was shot out of the air and disappeared into the clouds below.

A look of part shock, part disbelief, and part irritability crossed Knock Out and he hoped that he didn't have to go searching for the remains later. He looked over at Starscream who was rolling his optics at the current waste of soldiers for entertainment. But since he wasn't arguing there was no need to press the matter.

Another breeze blew by and again it had no effect on any of the larger mechs, except for Starscream whose wings merely twitched. But Knock Out had had enough and all though he didn't mean for it, a small sneeze came from the smaller mech. The other three turned their attention to Knock Out.

"My apologies, Lo-"

"If you are truly buffeted by the weather, then you may return to the ship," Megatron growled.

"Yes, my lord," Knock Out murmured quietly and turned to walk back inside; shivering slightly as he walked.

Breakdown turned and followed after him. Once they were behind the door and back in the warmth of the ship, he stood in front of Knock Out.

"Hey, doc, whats wrong? You okay?" his tone was soft and caring. A rare side of him that only Knock Out saw.

"I'm perfectly fine," even though he felt like utter scrap and let out another sneeze to show it. He wasn't fine and he knew it.

Knock Out side-stepped the blue mech and speed walked for the sanctuary of his medbay, keeping his helm down...Breakdown followed of course but never fully caught up to him.

About halfway there, Breakdown slowed his pace and let the red mech go on ahead. He knew that Knock Out wasn't fine just by standing next to him and walking behind him because it wasn't hard for the larger mech to hear the periodic sniffles. The medic's usual upbeat walk was now replaced with the sluggish dragging of his pedes.

But Breakdown kept walking and rounded the corner in time to see the door to Knock Out's quarters (a small wing off the medbay) slide shut behind him. He walked in after the doctor and found him thumbing through a medicine cabinet. Knock Out looked up when he heard the door.

"What was that all about?" Breakdown asked as he walked over to Knock Out.

"Nothing. I was just feeling...a little under the weather."

"A little?" Breakdown put a hand on Knock Out's faceplate and frowned when he was met with the building heat.

The smaller mech brushed the other's hand off and smiled sheepishly. It didn't last long as he gave into a few wracking coughs that left his vents rattling with a noise that resembled a handful of pebbles being kicked around in a can. He looked up at Breakdown-almost embarrassed at his current condition. Knock Out's usually bright red optics were a hazy, dull, brown.

Breakdown sighed, "come on. Lets get you into berth."